He's at some bar, drink in hand
Wondering why he's always left for dead
Every happy memory is claimed by someone else
All he wants is just one left for himself
Faces laugh and he tries to match
But his eyes are always tired
His eyes are always tired
He lights a new cigarette
Out in front the warm glow giving color to his grey expression
The air is cold and he is alone
The biting breeze steals more when there's no one to hold
One more shot before he hits the road
Two more shots before he doesn't go home
He's worn out a rut so deep he can't look out
But he hears the joy beyond
The kind other people speak about
If he could he'd try to catch some
But when he tries it never works
He just ends up cold, exhausted, and burnt
Just five more shots and he'll skip a cab
Asking for help feels like picking at a scab
Bleeding is messy and makes people look
No, he's more content half dead
He's a fish on the hook
Trapped in life and unafraid of death
I just hope he knows I love him
Before he takes his last breath